It was driving her mad. She checked the footage from the small front-door camera obsessively. There were no strangers. No break-ins. Not even a bird landing on the porch. There was no footage to explain anything. No sign of intrusion. No answers—just her, spiraling deeper into fear.
She went over the layout of the house again and again. There were no back entrances. No hidden hallways. Just standard windows and one front door. If someone was sneaking in, they had to be invisible. Or already inside. The thought made her skin crawl.